Savanah Garcia
She thought she was a Garcia
She was only just 9 years old when everyone forgot about her.
She's been bullied, gone through a heartache, been kidnaped, has a best friend dealing with cancer, her family has turn their backs on her, wh...
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| Savannah Rodriguez |
Rolling over in bed, I wasn't expecting something to be in my face, that was looking as though it was metal, like what I was used to seeing when I was little kid, that had been in the hospital from time to time. I was used to seeing them, and just assumed that I was in a dream, but when I reached out to touch it, I was thoroughly shocked to know that it wasn't a dream.
Rolling back over, so my back was hitting the uncomfortable mattress that I had once been familiar with, I saw that the rail was on both sides, leaving a gap between the one that was placed at the end of the bed. I knew what all of this meant. I was in the hospital, and I was sure that it was because of how our car had rolled down a hill and had nearly caught flames.
Looking down at my hands, that were on top of the sheets that were covering my legs and torso, they were covered in some white bandage, which meant that I had been burned. I wanted to remove the bandage, but the door opening paused my actions, as I immediately jumped, as the person entered. He looked familiar, as well as the person behind him, but I just couldn't pin where he looked familiar.
By giving me a chance to look at the door, allowed me to finally look over to my brother, whom was still asleep, his machine beeping softly, telling me that he was still here, still alive and well. It was reminding me that the two of us had made it out together, and that we didn't have to say our goodbyes yet. "Hey Sav" I jumped at the voice, having taken my attention away from the two people that had walked into the room.
I didn't say anything in return, as I just stared the person down, unsure of who he was, or whom the other man was, but I couldn't shake the feeling of them both looking similar to me, and familiar. I didn't know what it was. But, growing up, I had become accustomed to only looking similar to some of my siblings, as both Madeleine and Matteo had blonde hair, while Bella died hers, but even then, she only had light brunette hair, while the rest of us shared a deep, rich brown.
"Do you remember me? I was the man that you spoke to at the hospital a few days ago" the man that I had tried to understand that looked familiar, spoke up, and it all came rushing back to me. Being chased in our car, while people were signaling for us to change lanes, before being shot at and then rolling down the hill. My father talking to Nicolas like everything was fine between us, and that he hadn't been the worst father known to man kind.
"Alejandro" I breathed out, making me aware of how sore my throat was, making me immediately start to search for some water. Alejandro caught my attention, as he then walked over, and started pouring water into a plastic cup from a jug, before gently handing it to me. He didn't give me full control over the cup, still keeping a slight hold on it so that I didn't spill it on myself.
"Do you remember me?" the other man questioned, and it was present that he was still more of a boy than a man, from the way he was bouncing from one foot to the other, while his face held most of his boyish features. I didn't want to admit it, but the way that he looked like my dead brother, was scaring me a little. There was no way that it was him, but I did confuse me.
